I couldn't say everything to you.
The words felt too heavy.
It feels like a piece of my soul has left me.
Apparently I threw it away.
You can't tell me I didn't fuck everything up.
Your eyes and your hands feel the same
as the night I left you—
empty.
I can feel that you're trying.
I can feel that you're staying.
But I don't know how to trust that this
isn't just how things are now.
It feels like all of the poems you've written about me aren't true anymore.
I want to tell you that I feel for you
what you feel for her.
But I'm afraid you'll find the inaccuracy insulting.
I want to tell you that I've found
a soulmate in you.
But the words are too heavy.
And I'm afraid they'll push me further down
away from you.
I've never in my life been so afraid to lose something.